Three of the top 10 most popular songs on Billboard’s Top Ten music chart, for the week ending March 26, 2011, originally or currently contain what in more sublime conversations is referred to as the “F” word.
The word, which is generally held to be profane in nature and worthy of opening a new bar of Ivory 99.9% pure soap to scrub this filth from the mouths of so-called grown adults, is used to convey anything that may be dismissed, disdained, defiled, or destroyed. From a purely academic standpoint, the term should be referred to as the “d” word, but this intellectual idiom has not gained the popularity required for widespread use in the lexicon of the masses because it isn’t dirty enough.
The chart toppers I refer to are as follows:
Enrique “Henry” Iglesias uses his special Latin disappearing panty powers to croon the ruin of a woman’s nether regions with the originally titled “Tonight (I’m F%&king You)”. That mole on his face is a clear mark of Satan.
P!NK sings of the trials of Mommie Dearest and rabid maternal nesting instincts in the haunting anthem “F%&KING PERFECT”. Notice P!NK also has a visible mole on her face.
Green Sea Low, a moniker chosen in an apparent tribute to the receding waves of the Thailand and now Japan tsunamis, declares the word to a more general audience of youngsters using the analogous “Forget You” for the more hard core “F%&k You”. Cee Lo may have a mole, but covers it with his blackness.
Is it a Sin to Use the “F” Word?
Being Christian does not mean one is automatically perceived as nice or wholesome. It does mean one attempts to live a life consistent with the teachings of Christ. For anaphoric and adaiphoric Christians that are strict followers of only Christ’s teachings, but leave any unspecified subjects open to interpretation, the argument might be: “How f%&ktarded, f%&k doesn’t mean f%&k to sin f%&kery or God. F%&k doesn’t f%&king appear in the Bible. F%&k isn’t used or f%&king condemned by Christ. Therefore I can f%&king say f%&k as mo-f%&king much as I f%&king want without being f%&ktastically f%&ked by the f%&klicious demons of f%&king hell.”
I suppose that would be one way to view the situation, but consider the implications of such rash regard for being Christ-like. If He never did something, then you shouldn’t either? Of course some adolescent smarty pants will retaliate with a comment about how Christ died at 34 so it is best to abandon this line a thinking before frustration sets in.
Many will experience the occasional extraordinary individual so gifted with delivery of curse words and swears it is like a classical melody. These swear savants are rare finds. I’ve met one from South Africa whose gifts made me agape with wonderment and awe. Maybe it was the lyrical accent or the innovative use of the “f” word combined with business gibberish and a light artist’s heart. In any case it was sheer joy to listen and bathe in the gloriousness of the spirit in which it was delivered. I’ve sincerely heard nothing like it since. I think it was as close to a sin against the gift of speech and communication without outright breaking a commandment as one can get.
The more ordinary swear event is usually a banal performance with little verve or gusto and certainly does not profess the evangelical qualities of praise and thanks nor does it crossover into the abyss of sin. To be sinful, I believe it must inspire a rejection of all that is Godly and produce a deeply pleasured expression on all that hear it. These offerings on the Pop Charts really don’t meet that standard for me. They appear contrived and less than inspirational. It is much like naughty siblings saying “liar” in whispered tones to each other when their Christian mother tells them it is wrong.
Satan’s Symbioses with the Music Industry
Satan, who in the mid-nineteen-nineties remixed as Dr. Scratch, has enjoyed a long and varied history with the music industry. In the 18th century, Giuseppe Tartini regaled the delicious details of his wicked alliance with the Devil for musical prowess and acclaim for his “Devil’s Trill” composition.
“One night, in the year 1713 I dreamed I had made a pact with the devil for my soul. Everything went as I wished: my new servant anticipated my every desire. Among other things, I gave him my violin to see if he could play.
How great was my astonishment on hearing a sonata so wonderful and so beautiful, played with such great art and intelligence, as I had never even conceived in my boldest flights of fantasy. I felt enraptured, transported, enchanted: my breath failed me, and – I awoke. I immediately grasped my violin in order to retain, in part at least, the impression of my dream. In vain!
The music which I at this time composed is indeed the best that I ever wrote, and I still call it the “Devil’s Trill”, but the difference between it and that which so moved me is so great that I would have destroyed my instrument and have said farewell to music forever if it had been possible for me to live without the enjoyment it affords me.”
Clearly these contemporary artists are not on the same symbiotic level as Tartini, yet they call out to Dr. Scratch with cries for sexual congress and ruin of those that expect them to heed better angels. Charles Daniels included a contemporary glimpse of the Devil’s helical string style in his iconic “The Devil Went Down on Georgia”.
In regards to the sinful nature of these “pop songs” I would not lump them into the category of some of the songs of praise and worship that have endured for generations or even those reportedly inspired by demonic forces.
What if anything does the inclusion of common trash talk bring to the quality of the voice or music? The initial shock of the words and “secret knowledge” (albeit publicized knowledge of censorship) offers individuals within the listening group a brief feeling of inclusion in a private dirty joke. It is as if the artist is rejecting the norms of polite society to express in street-speak the angst, anger and yes even betrayal of a society that expects more than back talk.
“It is better to hear the rebuke of the wise, than for a man to hear the song of fools.” —Ecclesiastes 7:5
It’s no sin, it’s just stupidity
The popularity of the potty mouth is not that surprising. In an ever expanding atheist sloth ethos where God and Government are immaturely perceived as a big white daddy problem solvers, these little jegging wearing hipster punks expect all fortunes to turn their way. The vulgarity is only the outward manifestation of the angst and fury of a child being weaned from the liberal pabulum of the nanny state as well as spiritual retardation. Popular music has become the sound of gnashing milk teeth crying for the socialist teat rather than some real solidifying force of elemental or societal change.
The occurrence in the charts appears to be merely a popular alignment of a great promotional ruse. Using the “f” word to try and capture the ear deprived of the word or those scolded for its use. It is that splash of color to sell you something, like a bright package. Alas, when that package is opened one finds little to nourish or enrich.